


it starts and it never fades away

by scagnetism



Category: One Direction (Band)
Genre: Fluff, M/M, Uni AU, Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day Fluff, and isn't that really all that matters, and of course niall had to date hot tennis guy, i don't even really know what this is but it's fluffy and hl love each other
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2016-02-14
Updated: 2016-02-14
Packaged: 2018-05-20 07:38:56
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,627
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5997208
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/scagnetism/pseuds/scagnetism
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>“Niall told me I should put an ad out in order to get a date, and it’s three days before Valentine's Day, so everyone is already gonna have a date, but to get him to shut up, I’m doing this.”  Louis turns his computer to face Harry, revealing the word document where he’s typed out the most ridiculous, unappealing, horrifying letter he can think of.  “This’ll get Niall to fuck right off, I reckon.”</p><p>Or, Louis puts out a flyer to help him get a date he absolutely doesn't want.  He gets more than he bargained for.</p>
            </blockquote>





	it starts and it never fades away

**Author's Note:**

> This is loosely based on a facebook status someone I went to school with posted, so shout out to her for unknowingly inspiring this fic lmao!
> 
> Title from [It Starts](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OsJKVfjsRhI) by Nerina Pallot.
> 
> Hope you enjoy! Happy Valentine's Day! ♥

“Can I help you?” Louis snaps, turning away from his laptop screen and looking directly at Niall.  His roommate’s been standing over his shoulder and breathing down his neck for close to ten minutes now, but he’s proficient in the art of Ignoring Niall.  When he got out a bag of crisps and started chomping right in his ear, however, that’s when the line was crossed.

“’S almost Valentine’s Day,” Niall says, sitting down on Louis’ bed and looking at Louis over the top of his glasses.

“Excellent calendar reading,” Louis deadpans with a slight roll of his eyes, putting his laptop on the bed next to him and sliding it away.

“Ya finally gonna ask Harry out?”  Niall waggles his eyebrows, and Louis rolls his eyes again before lightly smacking his arm.

“He doesn’t like me that way,” Louis replies, shaking his head and picking at his nails to avoid eye contact.  “You know he doesn’t like me that way.  We’re best friends, and that’s enough.”

Niall cackles, loud and exuberant, swatting at Louis’ legs.  “He does like you that way, twat.  He’s got hearts in his eyes every time he looks at you.  He’s such a lovesick fuck, and so are you, and you’re blind if you don’t see that he’s always drooling over you.  Just ask him, for fuck’s sake.”

“It’s not that simple.”

Louis met Harry on their first day of uni nearly four years ago.  Somehow, they just _clicked_.  Louis wishes he could explain it, but it’s something he can’t put into words.  It’s something bigger than can be explained, he thinks, something like destiny that caused them to meet.  He’s never been quick to trust anyone, but he trusted Harry with his life nearly an hour after meeting him.  He can barely remember what life was like before him, wondering how he got through his days without having someone to tell everything to, how he made it through class without silly selfies and snapchats from Harry or good morning texts and “don’t worry after math is over you can come see meeeee :)” reminders.

They’re attached at the hip and do just about everything together, texting each other incessantly when they have to be apart.  Harry is in Louis’ room more than his own, opting to study there and eat there and sometimes sleep there after nights out.  He sleeps in Louis’ bed most of the time, which has caused Niall to raise his eyebrows more than once, but nothing past platonic spooning has ever happened, much to Louis’ chagrin. 

It’s not that Louis doesn’t like Harry _that_ way because _oh_ , he does.  And he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t pictured their spooning going a lot further than just cuddling and planned their future with their three children (two girls and a boy) and their chocolate lab (Coco Puff) and their house in the countryside for extra yard space.  But he just...can’t say anything to Harry in case he doesn’t feel the same.  He doesn’t want to ruin his friendship with the most important person he’s ever known.

“Earth to Louis?” Niall yells, waving his hand in front of Louis’ face.  He blinks a few times, coming back to the moment, and Niall shoots him a look to show he’s less than impressed.  “Thought I lost ya there.  Dreaming about Harry, hm?”

“Oh, sod off,” Louis answers, picking up his pillow and smacking Niall with it several times for good measure, belatedly realizing that just multiplied the amount of crumbs that are now all over his bed.

He rolls his eyes.  “Well, as I was saying, it is that simple.  He does like you that way.  But if you’re gonna be a first class knob and not do anything about it, then I suggest you put, like.  I dunno, an ad out there or somethin’ to find you a date for Valentine’s Day.”

“An ad?  What is this, 1998?  There are beautiful, wonderful apps like Tinder and Grindr that I can use to find pretty boys desperate for a fuck,” Louis says, with a wolfish grin, buffing his nails on his shirt. 

Niall snorts, getting up to throw the bag of crisps onto his own bed.  “Chivalry is dead.”

“I don’t need a fucking date!”

“Stop whinging.”

“Just because you’re so in love with your hot tennis player...”  Niall’s head whips around and his eyes narrow.  Louis cackles.

“He has a name, you know, Lewis.”

“I’m sure he does, but how am I expected to remember it when you called him ‘hot tennis player’ for six months before actually ever talking to him?”  Niall scowls, and Louis shrugs, thinking that they could get married and he’d still think of him as “hot tennis player.”  “Anyway, not everyone needs a date to be happy, Neil.  I’m fine.  I can buy meself some chocolate, have a night in with me right hand, and – ”

“I don’t need to hear the gory details!” Niall yelps, dramatically putting his hands over his ears, and Louis smirks, satisfied.  “Just do something to put yourself out there!  I don’t care if an ad is too 1998...that’s practically the last time you went out with anyone, wanker.”

Louis opens his mouth to argue, but it _has_ been awhile.  He lets out a weak “not true” that doesn’t even sound convincing to his own ears.

“You better have something done by the time I get back from my date with Novak,” he says, and Louis looks at him in confusion.

“Is that hot tennis player’s name?”  Niall nods.  “I genuinely did not know that.  I thought it was, like, Roy?  Ray?  Rory?”

Niall looks at him for a long moment before grabbing his keys from the desk they’re sitting on.  “Or was that the hot golf guy?” Louis quizzes.  “That was the hot golf guy, wasn’t it?”

He rolls his eyes, not even bothering to grant Louis a response.  “Get your head out of your arse and make some boys fall in love with you!”  He dramatically slams the door behind him, leaving Louis alone.  In a few seconds, he opens the door again, popping his head in and wearing a smile.  “Everyone’ll love ya, mate!  Just lookin’ out for ya!”

“Fuck off, Nigel!” Louis calls, hearing Niall’s laughter echo through the hallway.

*

“Hey, Lou,” Harry says with a gentle rap of his knuckles on the open door to Louis’ dorm.  The noise startles him enough that he jumps, looking away from his laptop screen with a surprised expression that fades to one of fondness quickly.

“Hey, Haz,” he replies with a smile.  He wonders how Harry always manages to look so effortlessly beautiful – his nails are painted red for Valentine’s Day, and his hair’s thrown up in a messy bun.  He’s wearing a Green Bay hoodie and joggers that have seen better days, but god, he’s _gorgeous_ , and Louis knows he shouldn’t think of his best mate who isn’t even interested in him this way.  But then again, he has eyes, and anyone with eyes can see that Harry is super, unfairly gorgeous.

“Where’s Niall?”

“On a date,” Louis answers, typing a little more of his master project.

Harry’s brows furrow.  “With Rory?”

“No, Rory was hot golf guy.  This is hot tennis guy, Haz.  Gotta keep up with the times.”

He laughs, eyes sparkling, and he’s just _so pretty_ Louis can barely comprehend it.  “Oh, of course,” he replies seriously.  “However could I confuse the two?”

“What’s up?”

Harry shrugs, plopping down on Louis’ bed and sitting cross-legged.  He starts drawing a pattern with his index finger on Louis’ knee, and he feels a shiver go up his spine.  “’M bored, ‘s’all.  I was wondering if you wanted to go get dinner or summat.”

He nods.  “Yeah, course.  When I’m done with this, we can go.”

“What are you doing?” Harry asks curiously, trying to peer over Louis’ laptop screen.

“Welllll,” he starts with a laugh, shaking his head at himself.  “Niall’s turned into even more of a wanker now that he’s so smitten with that tennis guy.”  Harry buries his face in his hands as he tries to hide his giggles, and Louis’ heart feels strangely light and fluttery.  “So, he’s been on me arse about trying to get a date for Valentine’s Day.”

“A date?” Harry squeaks, brows knitting together in confusion.  Louis thinks his tone is laced with something strange, but he can’t pinpoint what it is, really, and nods before continuing.

“Yeah, he thinks everyone should be as in love as he is or some bullshit.”  Louis dismissively waves his hand around.  “Semantics.  But anyway, he told me I should put an ad out in order to get a date, and it’s three days before, so everyone is already gonna have a date, but to get him to shut up, I’m doing this.”  He turns his computer to face Harry, revealing the word document where he’s typed out the most ridiculous, unappealing, horrifying letter he can think of.  “This’ll get Niall to fuck right off, I reckon, and even better – who will actually do any of this shit?  Gonna leave it on the table in the student lounge.”

Harry’s pretty pink mouth quirks slightly into a smile as he pulls the computer onto his lap, eyes scanning over the document.

_Since we all know that this place is filled with the most attractive men on earth, I’m searching for valentines from some of the aforementioned men.  The first person to get a valentine to my dorm will receive not only the gift of personal satisfaction, but also a chocolate bar provided I can be arsed to go get them.  The person with the most creative valentine for me – maybe a love letter, a song, a poem (however you want to sing my praises is your call) – will also receive a chocolate bar.  I look forward to you all pretending to be interested to get my smitten with his new boyfriend roommate off me back for one day._

_Thank you,_

_Louis William Tomlinson_

Harry laughs loudly once he finishes reading it, and there’s mirth sparkling in his eyes.  “Wait, you’ve gotta end it better,” he tells him, then his long fingers are flying across the keyboard.  He turns the computer back to Louis with his lip nestled between his teeth, trying to hold back giggles.

After Louis’ name, it now reads:

_What are all my shirts made of?  Boyfriend material!  #CheesyPickUpLines #SingleAsAPringle #HappyValentinesDay_

Louis’ grin grows before he throws his head back in laughter.  “Harold, that’s fucking brilliant.  Only a bloody idiot would actually respond to this.”  Harry hums in what Louis assumes is agreement, but his face is unreadable.

“I bet you’ll get at least one response,” he amends, gentle smile coming onto his face.  “You’re gorgeous and anyone would be crazy not to want to be your valentine.”

Louis feels himself heat up at the praise, but he swallows hard instead, forcing himself to grin like he’s unaffected and pretend that comment didn’t imply Harry might like him more than a mate.  “You have to say that, my dear Harold.  You’re my best friend.  It’s in our contract.”

Harry laughs brightly, shaking his head and making his bun bob endearingly.  “I don’t have to, Lou.  Only telling the truth.”  His face is serious, eyes kind and full of emotion.  Louis could die.

 The room feels heavy in a way it didn’t moments ago, like the air is stifling.  It’s never felt like this with Harry before.  It’s always been so simple with them, so easy and free.  Louis hates it, so he smiles again, licking his lips, and says, “Well, thank you.  Do you have Valentine’s Day plans?”

Harry shakes his head.  “I don’t.  Figured it’d be the two of us as always and we could order a pizza, yeah?  Maybe have a Scrabble night or summat?  Provided this doesn’t help you find someone you want to go out with.”  If he’s not imagining it, the there’s a hint of sadness to Harry’s tone when he mentions Louis picking someone else.

“It won’t,” he says automatically, putting his hand on Harry’s wrist.  The air still feels too suffocating.  “Pizza and Scrabble sound fine, babe, even though I know you’re gonna kick my ass.”  Harry doesn’t say anything, only smiles in return.  “C’mon, let’s print this off at the library using Niall’s account cause I’m not paying for this shit.”

“I think they have neon pink paper around cause of the holiday, too,” Harry giggles as Louis closes his laptop and grabs his case.  The awkwardness fades quickly as Louis lets out a loud laugh.  He’s glad things feel normal, like the world is in balance again.  Harry stands up and heads toward the door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest.  “You can go the extra mile.  Make it super flashy and noticeable.”

Picking up his sweatshirt that’s lying discarded on a chair, Louis flashes Harry his best grin.  “Excellent.”

*

“What the fuck is this?” Niall spits, barging into the room and frantically waving the pink flyer around in the air. 

Harry jumps at the noise, scooting a little closer to Louis and his instinctive reaction is to run his fingers through his curls gently, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head.  They’d gone out for dinner and are now curled in Louis’ bed watching a movie on his laptop with Harry’s head resting on his chest.  He tries not to think about the fact that this is most definitely what couples do and _definitely_ tries not to think about their weird conversation from earlier that might mean Harry really does like him in the way he wants him to. 

Niall’s voice cuts through his thoughts.

“When I asked you to put out an ad, I didn’t mean this piece of shit!”

“Niall!” Louis yips, pointing to Harry next to him, who’s currently trying to hide his laughter with Louis’ duvet.  He pauses the movie with a quick click.  “We have company!  You should be on your best behavior when company is around!”

“Fuck off, it’s just Harry,” he answers, and Harry scoffs, pretending to be offended.  Louis pats his head gently as a soothing gesture, and Harry nuzzles into his touch, eyes going soft.  Niall waves the flyer again even more dramatically this time.  “Who the fuck is gonna answer this thing?”

It looks ridiculous – the bright pink paper was an excellent idea, and Harry added clip art in the corners so now there are roses and conversation hearts on it that really bring the desperation home.  Louis feels like he should be embarrassed that he’s actually done this, put his name on it, and set it out in the lounge for people to see, but he also can’t bring himself to care because he doesn’t want a date with anyone but the boy cuddled next to him, not that he can bring himself to ask him yet.

“No one,” Louis deadpans.  “And that’s exactly the point.  I don’t want a date.”

“See the pickup line at the bottom?” Harry asks, pointing at the paper, and Niall doesn’t respond, only stares at the two of them with a clearly unimpressed expression.  “It was my idea.  ‘S cute, right?  Everyone loves a good pun.”

Niall opens his mouth to retaliate, but before he can, Louis cuts in, “Do you wanna go buy the chocolate for me?  Since this was your idea and all.  ‘M quite fond of anything Cadbury, really, what about you, Haz?”

“Mmm, some dark chocolate, please,” Harry throws in with a nod, and Niall groans loudly at the two of them, causing Harry to giggle.

“I fucking hate ya both,” Niall says, crumpling the flyer into a ball and tossing it into the bin.

“How was your date with hot tennis guy?” Louis asks saccharinely, fluttering his eyelashes.

“Is he as hot as hot golf guy?” Harry adds, barely able to say it without laughing.

Niall flushes a pink that nearly matches the color of the paper and coughs.  “If I go get you the chocolate, do you promise to shut up about Novak?”

“His name’s Novak?” Harry mumbles into Louis’ shirt, and Louis tries to nod discreetly.  “I genuinely didn’t know that.”

Louis giggles as he looks back at Niall.  “Do we agree?” he asks Harry quietly, and Harry shrugs before nodding.  “Deal.”

Niall doesn’t look convinced, but starts out the door anyway, mumbling something that sounds an awful lot like “ask each other out, you god damn twat waffles,” but neither Harry nor Louis say anything, just start the movie again and go back into their little bubble.

*

By Valentine’s Day, Louis has gotten exactly one response to his flyer, which is exactly one more response than he thought he would get.  It was taped to his door when he came back from his English lecture, and when he opened it, he found that it was from Liam, who he sits next to in bio, saying that he saw the flyer in the lounge and he has a girlfriend, but Louis seems very lovely and he hopes that he has a nice Valentine’s Day.  Liam had given _him_ a chocolate bar.  What a nice, unexpected turn of events.

He’s munching on the candy he forced Niall to get while sitting on his bed in his pajamas when he hears a knock on his door.  “Come in,” he calls, knowing Harry was set to come over for their non-date date.

“Hey,” Harry says when he walks in, smile wide and fidgeting with a folded paper between his ring covered fingers.  He’s not dressed for a night in – he’s in his tightest jeans with a black button down that’s undone an obscene amount with his hair falling past his shoulders in loose waves.

He’s beautiful.  Louis swallows.  “Going somewhere?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.  He knows this outfit shouldn’t go to waste by sitting in bed with him.

He shakes his head.  “Only here with you.”

“Well then, wasn’t aware there was a dress code for tonight,” Louis responds, pointing to his old pajama pants.  “Maybe you could warn a guy that a night in with a pizza is supposed to be a runway event.”

Harry rolls his eyes good-naturedly before sitting down on the bed next to Louis.  “Get any responses to your ad?”

Louis scoffs, shaking his head.  “Only one.”  Harry’s face scrunches.  “Liam from bio, saying he’s got a girlfriend, but he wishes me a lovely Valentine’s Day.  Sweet, innit?”

“Must not’ve taken the flyers fast enough,” Harry murmurs.

Surely Louis didn’t hear him right.  “Pardon?”

Harry lets out a breathy, nervous laugh before standing up and pulling a folded pile of hot pink paper out of his back pocket.  “I, um.  Took them all the other day after I left your dorm?  Must’ve missed one if Liam saw it.”

Louis stares at him completely dumbfounded, and Harry’s shrugging, looking sheepish and far too beautiful.  “Saving me from looking like a complete tit, then, Harold?”  He smirks, but Harry doesn’t even smile.

“Um, no, I just.”  He sighs, throwing the stack of flyers into the bin and looking down at the remaining folded paper in his hands.  “I didn’t want anyone else to have a chance, maybe?  I wanted to give this to you, and, like, ‘m a little worried it might be too forward or something?  But you never know until you try, right?  And, like, Niall said, so I mean.”

Louis looks at him confusedly, nodding slowly like he has a single clue what Harry’s going on about.  “What?” he asks, ever eloquent.

“Um, just read this,” he says softly, handing it to Louis with downcast eyes.

It’s got his name on the outside with a tiny heart.  Louis unfolds it gingerly to see Harry’s artfully messy scrawl taking up nearly the whole page.

_Louis,_

_I hope this doesn’t come off as too weird, especially because you weren’t expecting anyone to respond to your flyer, least of all me, but...I couldn’t resist since the opportunity presented itself._

_I wanted to write you a song, actually.  One as beautiful as you are sweet, but I couldn’t under the time constraints.  Sooo...have this instead._

_You’ve been my best friend for the last four years, and I don’t know how I would’ve made it through without you by my side through everything.  You’ve made this place feel like home, and I know it sounds cheesy, but wherever you are is the place I belong.  It’s like it was written in the stars that we were supposed to meet.  Destiny or something.  Even if we didn’t meet that first day, I have a feeling we would’ve crossed paths eventually.  In any universe, really._

_You make every good day better and every shitty day brighter and I love spending time with you and you can always make me laugh and you always know just what to say and I know I can go to you with anything and you’re so witty and charming and lovely and kind and caring and loving and giving and you’re honestly just the best person I’ve ever known, ever?_

_I guess what I’m trying to say is that over these past four years, I’ve been lucky enough to get to know you inside and out, and you’re so incredibly beautiful that I couldn’t help but fall in love with you.  And I know falling in love with your best friend is probably the biggest cliché out there, but I did, and I understand if you don’t feel the same, but I really hope you do.  (I think you might, if what Niall tells me is true.  Possibly?)_

_So, would you be my boyfriend and be with me so happily?_

_All the love,_

_Harry .x_

Louis looks up with wide eyes, heart hammering against his ribs.  Harry’s chewing on his lip, panic written all over his face, and Louis wants to calm him down, but he’s frozen.  Harry _does_ feel the same.  And has for a long time, apparently.  Then fuck – what the hell have they been doing when they could’ve been properly together this entire time?

He takes in a breath, skimming over the letter again and trying to find his words.

“’S okay if you, y’know, don’t.  Feel that way,” Harry says dejectedly, and he’s staring at a spot on the ground now, like he can’t bear to look in Louis’ direction.

“Hazza,” Louis whispers, voice sounding too shaky and foreign to his own ears.  Harry still doesn’t look at him, so he touches the bottom of his chin with his index finger.  He turns with scared green eyes, and he’s sure Harry can see right through him he’s staring so intently and Louis is paper thin.  “I...”  He doesn’t know what to say.  His brain is blank, and there are words flying around but he can’t catch a single one.

Rather than say something stupid and make a fool of himself, he does the only thing he can think of.  He surges forward and connects his lips with Harry’s.  Harry lets out a squawk of surprise at first, but melts into it instantaneously, wrapping one arm around Louis’ waist and reaching up to tangle another hand in his hair.  It feels like so much more than Louis ever imagined, and it feels like there are tiny sparkles coursing through his veins, like he could fly to the moon on only the power of this kiss.

They keep at it for a little while, trying to make up for lost time, maybe, Louis isn’t entirely sure, but all he knows is that he wants to spend the rest of his life doing this, the rest of his life kissing Harry and only Harry, and his heart still hasn’t gone back to normal speed yet and he still can’t catch his breath.  There’s some sort of longing to it, something a bit like victory, something that screams, “It’s about time!”  It’s exhilarating and soft and perfect and _Harry_.

Harry is the first to pull away after a few moments, and when he does, he’s grinning with his pink, puffy lips, reaching up to touch them gently like he’s not sure if that really happened.  “Wow,” is what he manages, smile growing so wide it’s like he’s been lit up by the sun.  “’M gonna guess you feel the same?”

Louis giggles, leaning his head on Harry’s shoulder and burying his nose in his curls.  “You tosser, of course I do.  I’d love to be your boyfriend.”  His heart is finally slowing down to its normal speed, and he pulls Harry’s hand in his, reveling in the way it’s so much bigger than his own.  “I was so worried you wouldn’t feel the same.  ‘Ve wanted to ask you out for the longest time, but I was too bloody scared.  We would’ve known it was mutual if we’d just discussed it.  Funny, innit?”

“Pathetic, more like,” Harry amends with a laugh, squeezing Louis’ fingers.  “We could’ve been snogging for ages if we’d just spoken up.  And I think I quite like snogging you.”

“I think that’s how I’d like to spend the rest of the night,” Louis answers, leaning up to press a kiss to Harry’s lips and he can feel his grin against him.

Harry backs away far too soon, and before Louis can say something teetering on extreme desperation, he speaks.  “Lou, I’d love to but, um.  The reason I’m dressed up is because I made us reservations at that Italian place downtown because I assumed you’d say yes to being my boyfriend.”

Louis barks out a laugh, hiding his giggles in his hands.  “Bit presumptuous there, aren’t we?”

“I was right, wasn’t I?”

He smiles, wrapping his arms around Harry and kissing him again, just because he can.  “You knew I couldn’t resist your charm,” he answers, looking down at his hand that’s still laced with Harry’s and feeling lightheaded in the best way.  “H, I’d love dinner, but c’mon, can we _please_ just spend the night snogging?”

Harry laughs and nods, pulling his phone out of his pocket.  “’Ve got chocolate covered strawberries in my room we can go get.  ‘S better than dinner, yeah?”  He punctuates his thought with a kiss, and okay, they’re probably overdoing it, but Louis melts into him, wondering if anything has ever felt so wonderful and so _right_.

“Perfect,” Louis tells him, and Harry grins brighter than the moon and stars.

Louis is so in love.

*

Niall finds them a few hours later, curled up together in only their underwear with Harry pressing kisses down Louis’ jaw.

“I fucking knew it!” Niall shouts victoriously, complete with fist pump, and Harry’s so startled he falls out of bed in a tangle of sheets, curls covering his entire face.  Louis laughs hysterically, reaching out his hand and pulling his very silly _boyfriend_ back in bed with him, just in time for Niall to say, “Use a condom!” and slam the door behind him.

They look at each other before bursting out into laughter again, breathless and so close to one another they don’t know where one of them ends and the other begins.  It’s always been like this, Louis realizes, but now it has a name – _love._

“’M glad he told me to ask you out,” Harry murmurs into Louis’ chest, running his fingers down his skin.  “This is the best Valentine’s Day ever.”

Louis feels warm all over as he presses a kiss in Harry’s hair.  “I’m glad you’re my valentine, Hazza.”

Harry leans up with a grin, kissing Louis again.  “Me, too, Lou.”

**Author's Note:**

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